I wake up, Cameron is shaking my shoulder. "Wake up, babe," he says.
His hair is all ruffled and hasn't been styled yet. "What time is it?" I groan.
"It's almost seven. The flight to Dallas leaves at eleven, remember?" He runs a hand through his hair and yawns.
"No, we just got here, didn't we?" I ask.
"Yeah, but Justin said we'd have almost a week there," he says.
"Ugh, fine. I'll get up in a minute," I say, burying my face back into my pillow.
"Alright, but don't get mad when you have to rush," he says.
Fifteen minutes later, I get up. Cam is in the bathroom messing with his hair. I join him by the mirror and start combing through my long dirty blonde hair. Then, I put it into a bun to keep it out of my face. "Did you go get my bag?" I ask, referring to my suitcase that suddenly appeared.
"No, Mahogany wheeled it over," he says.
"Oh," that was nice. I rummage through it and find some jean shorts that I plan on wearing on the plane.
"Hey babe, want to borrow my sweatshirt?" he offers.
"Yeah, if you don't mind," I say. He tosses me his black MagCon hoodie. "Thanks."
I go into the bathroom and change. When I come back out, Nash is still asleep. "Aren't you going to wake him up?" I ask.
He sighs. "Fine, Nash get up!" He rips the covers off of him and Nash jolts awake. "Time to wake up. We leave for the airport in an hour and we still have to eat breakfast."
He nods and then groggily gets up, working his way towards the bathroom. I dig through my suitcase until I find my makeup bag and start applying foundation in the mirror by the door.
"I don't know why you think you need that," Cameron says as he comes up behind me.
"Well, I don't want the whole world knowing about that pimple on my forehead," I joke. He chuckles.
"I like you fine without all that on," he says. I roll my eyes and continue on to eyeliner.
Nash comes out of the restroom and his hair is all pushed to one side from where he slept. Cam and I laugh. "Oh shut up. Not everyone wakes up with perfect hair," he says. His eyes are only half open. He's not fully awake yet.
"Whatever man, we'll meet you down at breakfast," Cameron says.
As we walk toward the elevator, he stops me before pressing his lips to mine. "I forgot to say good morning," he smirks.
"Good morning," I smile against his lips. The elevator opens and we walk inside. We're the first ones down in the lobby, so we decide to snuggle up in the couch and watch tv for a bit.
He wraps his arms around me and falls back asleep.
"Woah! What's going on down here?" Taylor asks as he rounds the corner.
"We're just waiting for everyone to get down here so we can eat," I say. Taylor plunks down on the couch next me, which causes Cameron to wake up.
"How's your arm doing?" I ask.
"Same as yesterday when you asked me, still broken," he says.
"And your side?"
"Still bruised. It hurts when I move a lot."
"Hey Taylor," Cameron says with his raspy just-woke-up voice.
"Good morning sleeping beauty. How's my girl treating you?" Taylor says, obviously trying to irk Cam.
"Great. My girl is treating me great," he snaps.
"Good, good. I'm glad things are working out for you two. Sucks that you live in Indiana and Cameron here lives in, where are you from again?" Taylor questions.
"Yeah, so far away. How are you guys going to make it at the end of summer?"
"Taylor shut up!" I shout.
He raises his hands up in defense. "Fine, but I was just pointing it out." He gets up and goes to join Matt and Carter, who have just walked down.
Cam and I look at each other for a moment before he finally breaks the silence. "He's right, you know."
"I know he is, Cam," I say.
"Let's not ruin the day by discussing that first thing in the morning," he says.